Some nights, I stay up cashing in my bad luck
Some nights, I call it a draw
Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights, I wish they’d just fall off
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I’m still not sure what I stand for oh
What do I stand for? What do I stand for?
Most nights, I don’t know anymore…
Sometimes having choices isn’t exactly the best. In a society where we have the opportunity and access to myriads of disciplines, some of us end up doing a little of everything and become good at none. We spread our eggs at different baskets so it doesn’t hurt as much when some break. We do so because it also gives us an excuse to fail. But hey, it could just simply be that some of us are more curious and tend to be drawn to many different things.
Whatever the reason, it doesn’t feel good being in this position because we are often lost. Perhaps this is the price to pay for standing at the intersection of different disciplines.
And right now, I can only keep doing and believe that the dots will somehow connect in the future.
After all we can’t live in excuses forever.